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This picture you can tell - THE BOY HAS GOT SOME LUNGS! Good thing we were the only ones in Labor & Delivery at 2 am or this boy would have woken the whole block up. You can also see his weight pretty clearly. 9 lbs 7 oz. Coming in at a length of 20.5 inches.
What a great picture! Squeezed baby face!
This is Brent, Sydney and Owen. Sydney wanted to hold Own while sitting on Daddy's lap. Then she started thumping Owen's head or brushing it and saying Sssh Sssh!! A lot. Funny thing is - seems like Owen got all his screams and cries out at delivery (See picture above). He has been gentle, quiet and sleeping a lot since then. He was sleeping when Sydney was shushing him too.
Mom, Dad, and Baby Owen shortly after delivery. What a super trooper! No epidural from Suzanne and it looks like she is perfectly ok.!
Our last family picture before our new addition comes (hopefully on Tuesday)!!

While I was cleaning out and updating a 72-hour kit Sydney discovered a whistle in the kit! We hid it (back in the kit) as soon as she was in bed!!
Sydney loves glasses. I found an old pair of my glasses and took the lenses out. She loves to wear them and be like Mommy!





Sydney loved these little chairs at her Great-Grandma & Grandpa Forbushes house!


Brent and his Grandma Forbush mending his torn jeans- with duct tape! He tore his only pair of jeans while in Utah and mended them just in case he had to wear them- the few days we had left he wore shorts, fortunately it wasn't too cold.

Brent, his Grandpa Forbush and Sydney.

Eastering with some of the Young clan. Our family tradition is to go out in the middle of nowhere (in former years we went to the West side of Utah lake, but it is now private property and becoming very developed) and celebrate the Saturday before Easter Sunday. We circle the wagons, just our chairs really, and enjoy lunch, a lot of junk food, Grandma's famous Peanut Butter Easter Eggs (and marshmallow eggs for those who like them). We hide Easter Eggs among the sage brush that have been filled with treats and money, and let the little kids have an Easter Egg hunt. And we roll colored eggs down a very rocky hill and see whose can make it the farthest without breaking, and then some of the kids throw the eggs at each other- it gets a little ugly sometimes. Those who are interested can also ride four-wheelers and have a little target practice, not at the same time though.

Some of the group going for a hike up a rather steep hill. Even Sydney wanted to do it- she made it pretty far and then Brent carried her on his shoulders.



Sydney rolling an egg down the hill.
The Easter Egg Hunt! Sydney would pick up an egg and shake it and if it didn't make a noise she would put it back. Brent had to open a few to show her that even if it didn't make a noise it still had something yummy in it.
Enjoying some chocolate while opening the eggs!
Erika (my twin) & I with Sydney & Katie (Erika's youngest)